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She looked down at me, a smile playing on her lips. The top half of her face was covered by a mask, but her piercing blue eyes shone through, the broken pupils making it clear who she was.
Her hair fell around her face in light waves, longer than the last time we were here. Instead of wearing a suit, she wore a tight silk top that hugged her chest and laid neatly over her slacks.
I couldn’t believe it. After being on the run for so long, I could finally get this part of my life back.
“We're not moving back,” she said. “Too many prying eyes for that. But we can stop by every once in a while.”
Even just that caused my heart to soar. To be able to come back to just visit was far more than I could ever ask for.
“Am I performing tonight?” I asked as she leads us into the house.
The guards at the door nod to us as we enter and instead of the usual hostess coming to meet us, Sloan is there in all her might.
My heart twists at the sight of her. Her silver hair slicked back. Her maskless face gave me an unobstructed view of her pierced face.Pale skin with intricate black tattoos traveled up her neck and diapered into her button up.
She welcomes me with open arms. Quinn is the one who pushed me into them.
Sloan’s hugs have always been warm, but that night they were especially so. Tears threatened to spill and an explosion of emotion ran through my chest.
“I missed you, Blake,” Sloan said. “The club hasn’t been the same without you.”
“I missed you too,” I said pulling away and looking up at her with a smile. “Sorry, I disappeared suddenly. I changed my number and—”
“No need to explain,” Sloan said her hand coming to ruffle my hair. “Riley went ahead and let us know ahead of time.”
I looked back to Quinn, shocked.
“When did you do that?” I asked. A smirk spread across her features.
“Right before we left,” she said. “Couldn’t have anyone get too worried about us now could we?”
“Speaking of which, you can tell me how the honeymoon was as I show you to our room for the night,” Sloan said, pulling us further into the club.
Honeymoon?
I sent a look back and Quinn only to catch her wicked smirk.
“Blake Riley has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?” Quinn commented.
Sloan let out a laugh. “Now Iknowthe story was fake. Blake would never take such a ridiculous name.”
My face flamed.
“It’s kinda nice,” I mumbled under my breath.
I couldn’t help but let my eyes linger around the club as Sloan let us through. People were so happy. Enjoying each other and having fun. I could feed off this energy for years it felt like.
I hadn’t even noticed we had made it to the room until Sloan stopped at a door I’d never seen before.
“Ready to see our new addition?” she asked with a smirk.
“Should I be nervous?” I asked leaning back into Quinn for support. Her hands found their home and my hips, her lips near my ear.
“You’ll enjoy this little agent,” she whispered.
Sloan pushed open the door causing my breath to catch.
They had created a big, shared room. Blacks and reds were splashed around but the biggest sunken leather couch I had ever seen.
